"Quite a view, isn't it?" Static said, leaning up against a wall as the Doctor poked around. He'd done much the same thing when he first arrived; poke and prod at everything you could, before finally giving in to the situation and reaching an 'agreement' with the ship. In Static's case, that agreement had been to try and fix whatever Stacy would let him, so that they could get the journey over with as safely as possible.

But there was something very intriguing about this guy. A presence like he knew what he was doing, or at least had an idea, at all times. Except now. This ship had a bad habit of doing that to people.

"Nice bowtie."